"You two bought rapeseed and planted vegetables, right? I've been waiting for you two for a year!" Zhang Meizhen sprayed as soon as she opened the door and reached out to knock on the Spring Festival couplets on the door frame. She said, "Have you seen this Spring Festival couplets?

Do you know why this red paper has faded? Because this is last year’s model!”

Gan Qing: "Calm down, sister Meizhen, if you don't let us in, this will become the same as last year."

Zhang Meizhen: "When should we not go on a date? Do we have to do it while shopping for groceries when a group of hungry people are waiting for food? What about your conscience? What a bastard!"

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

I accidentally turned the corner.

"First of all." Gan Qing took out a chocolate bar from the shopping bag and fed it to Zhang Meizhen as if nothing had happened. He said without blushing and out of breath, "Why do you always bring me out when you are teasing Mr. Xiao Yu?

?Innocent props are very stressful."

"I am the one who is responsible for the innocent prop, right? Who is dawdling with it?" Yu Lanchuan's eyes sank slightly, and without any good words, he turned to Zhang Meizhen, "Meizhen...sister, eating such high-sugar snacks before meals can easily disrupt insulin.

Secretion, she has evil intentions and wants to turn you into a beauty ball."

Zhang Meizhen held up the chocolate bar she just took a bite of: "..."

Little bastards!

This year, for the sake of air quality, Yanning City has banned fireworks again. Yang Yifan got a balloon inflator from nowhere and hung balloons of all sizes on the ceiling of the closed balcony. He taught Han Zhou and Liu Zhongqi how to use the specially made

They were playing with little darts. Some of the balloons were stuffed with pieces of colored paper, and some were stuffed with candy. The balloons on the balcony were "cracking" and the naughty children were screaming "squeaking", which was more lethal than fireworks and firecrackers.

Han Dongsheng pressed his ears and said to Old Uncle Yang: "Those uncles and aunties are all asking when your class will start and want to learn stick sticks from you."

"I have little talent and little knowledge and cannot be taught," Old Uncle Yang sighed. "A bunch of elderly brothers and sisters have something wrong with them. If I don't go to the hospital to check it out carefully, I don't even know it. How can I dare to act casually?"

Organize and teach blindly - and look at it, I can't even teach my own children well."

"Real masters use finger strength, but most people's small muscles are not that strong, so they still have to use wrist strength." On the balcony, Mr. Yang acted like a boss, rigorously giving instructions to minors. "Usually the fingers that hold the darts are used the fastest."

The flexible ones can be held firmly and can be thrown easily, and the wrist twist should be as small as possible, like this..."

Under the admiring and nervous gazes of the two teenagers, Mr. Yang threw the dart out with a "swish" gesture. The gesture was very cool, but the landing point of the dart was a bit wrong - it hit the glass. The glass window withstood it strongly.

After seeing this unreasonable disaster, Yan Hao immediately got angry and rebounded. Hearing the sound of wind coming from behind his head, Yan Hao quickly shrank his neck, and the little dart rubbed his chicken coop and fell into Han Dongsheng's tea cup, splashing on Mr. Han's smiling face.

A bowl of frozen oolong.

Yang Yifan calmly put back his airs: "...it's just the result of twisting your wrist and turning your head."

Han Zhou, a reserve member of the winner of life, saw that the adults looked wrong, and immediately took the initiative to take the blame for his beautiful sister: "I'm sorry, dad, I'm not naughty anymore."

Yang Yifan touched Han Zhou's head and glanced coolly at Liu Zhongqi, who was gloating about his misfortune: "It's not without reason that some children go solo."

Uncle Yang was so angry that he stamped his feet and beat his chest: "One generation is worse than the other."

Zhang Meizhen raised her chin toward the kitchen and said, "There are some who don't lose their prestige."

In the kitchen, Gan Qing was seen holding a piece of lactone tofu in his right hand and holding a knife in his left hand. He stared at Yu Lanchuan and put seasonings into the pot: "Put less salt. I tasted the sauce just now. It's salty...enough is enough!"

"

The stove and the cooking table in Uncle Yang's house were not on the same side. When she was talking, she was staring at the pot on the fire. Her whole upper body had to be twisted, but the knife in her hand did not stop. It was frightening to watch.

"Stop talking nonsense, I know how much salt to put in!" Yu Lanchuan yelled back impatiently, "Watch your chicken feet, don't show off, we don't want to eat braised fingers... What the hell are you doing, are you acting badly?

"

Lactone tofu was originally soft, but Gan Qing chopped the tofu into a ball of mud with a half-hearted stab.

Yu Lanchuan mocked: "Are the dumplings filled with tofu filling today?"

Gan Qing did not follow his words, and with a "Dudu" sound of the knife, she gathered the "tofu residue" on the chopping board, sprinkled it into the soup pot filled with water, and stirred it gently with a chopstick.

The "tofu dregs" spread out quickly and stretched into hair-like filaments, flying up and down in the water.

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

"No," Gan Qing said calmly, "make a good digestion soup."

After saying that, she rinsed the kitchen knife under the water, stretched it out with a piece of kitchen paper and wiped it dry. She flicked her hand back and the kitchen knife flew back to the knife holder three steps away.

"The knife skills are genuine." Zhang Meizhen praised.

Gan Qing walked to the pot and took a look, then turned off the fire. Before Yu Lanchuan could criticize her for being nosy, she quickly grabbed a handful of minced basil or thyme and threw it in.

"Hey!" Yu Lanchuan couldn't stop him in time, "This is braised pork, not curry chicken! Have you applied for a visa by randomly skewering the cuisine?"

"I know," Gan Qing stepped aside to wash his hands, "the latest improved version has not yet applied for a patent, so the formula is cheaper for you."

Zhang Meizhen murmured: "...I just don't follow the rules when it comes to seasoning."

No wonder Tianyi Crayfish’s kitchen doesn’t want her!

Gan Qing usually cooks one or two home-cooked meals, and there are not many ingredients for her to use, so she can still cook them well. There are many dishes and ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner, which gives her a chance to let herself go. For the safety of everyone, Yu Lanchuan had to stay alert

By the pot, he was holding a spoon, spatula and other weapons, ready to knock off her claws for a sneak attack.

Mr. Zhou couldn't watch others working while he was sitting by himself. He originally poked his head into the kitchen to help, but he was stunned to see a scene of swords and swords, and then slipped away by the wall.

This chaotic New Year's Eve dinner was finally served. The alliance leader and the little demon girl competed with each other, and each had a winner or a loser, so the normal dishes and the "improved dishes" were evenly matched.

Uncle Yang moved all the sofas in the living room to one side, set up the largest dining table in the house, with a rotating plate on it, filled the glass with wine, and sighed.

Back then, when Wu Jue was famous all over the world, he was the youngest brother. Together with the legendary brothers who became famous early, he was like a little follower who made up the numbers. They didn't even give him more wine.

In a flash, dozens of years passed by like a fleeting glimpse. He looked around and found that everyone around him had become juniors. He became the first person at the table to raise a glass and chopsticks.

"This year..." Lao Yang paused, not knowing where to start. In the end, he had to condense it into three general words, "It's not easy."

Perhaps his tone was too complicated. As soon as he said these words, all the old people in the room fell silent.

After a while, Mr. Zhou finally said: "No year is easy, so why should the New Year's Eve be called 'off'?"

Go through one level after another, pass one level after another, without loading files or starting over.

Only when times have passed and I regretted everything, can I have the opportunity to look back and finally realize——

It turns out that many times, I feel that I am already at the bottom, but in fact I have just entered the deep pit.

It turns out that many times, I feel that I am about to achieve great success, but in fact I just jump slightly when I reach the top, and I will soon fall to the ground and roll all the way down the slope.

Lao Yang knocked his wine glass against the turntable on the round table and said his congratulatory message: "I wish you all peace and prosperity in the coming year."

Leader Yu added tiredly: "Abide by the laws and regulations, and don't cause trouble."

Zhang Meizhen thought for a while: "Carpe diem?"

Han Dongsheng said: "Cherish blessings, cherish blessings."

Yang Yifan: "You still have to have dreams, such as getting rich overnight and buying Lane Crawford."

Yan Hao rehearsed "Happy New Year" several times in his mind, but when it came to him, he still failed in the performance. He clinked his wine glasses in a panic and forgot to say the words he had rehearsed for a long time.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who remained silent. Gan Qing didn't say anything either. She just touched the wine glass lightly on the turntable, drank it in one gulp, held it between two fingers and showed the bottom of the glass - drink first as a token of respect.

"cheers!"

Several sudden firecrackers sounded outside the window, and there were still people who violated the ban without realizing it. The police car followed the sound elusively and chased them. Comrade Yu Yan, who has been having trouble for more than half a year, is single, and there is a high probability that he will be "

Those who "promote style" might be working the night shift in that angry police car.

The "chat background sound" that lasted for more than four hours was online during the Spring Festival Gala, and young people's mobile phones began to tremble one after another. While Yang Yifan was so busy that his fingers were flying, he also tried to turn the tide several times, sliding the dining table into "promoting marriage, promoting childbirth, promoting a second child"

"Bring back the topic.

The little darts were too dangerous and were put away by Zhou Beibei. Gan Qing rarely showed off her skills and demonstrated to the naughty children the correct way to tie balloons - she tied a sweater needle to the clothes drying pole and lifted it up to poke them one by one.

The toffee rolled all over the ground like rain.

Liu Zhongqi said angrily amidst the crackling sounds: "So you just don't teach me kung fu! I'm only ten points away from 120 in the final exam!"

Yu Lanchuan in the room and Gan Qing on the balcony said in unison: "Do you know how many people get one point in the college entrance examination?"

Liu Zhongqi: "..."

So the topic in the living room changed from children's education to finding a job after graduation, and then slid into the abyss of the national economy and people's livelihood. First, two children were publicly executed, and the final report cards were taken out and analyzed. Then, the adults who stood talking without pain in their backs also

You are not immune - your report card is relatively simple, with only two subjects, one is "getting married and starting a family" and the other is "setting up a career and buying a house". Unfortunately, none of the rising stars in the martial arts here can pass.

Yan Hao, as a "underachiever" who failed in every subject, was taught by many elders. Gan Qing was glad that he hid on the balcony early, picked up a toffee from the ground and put it in his mouth, pretending not to

exist.

Yang Yifan lazily carried his mobile phone to the balcony, picked up a toffee, opened it, and sent a WeChat voice message.

"...If you're celebrating Chinese New Year, don't mess around."

"You weren't there that day, weren't you?"

"I also prepared a gift for you..."

"Hey...what are you talking about? How can we get together and part ways easily?"

Gan Qing listened to a few words with gusto, then Mr. Yang let out a "tsk", his patience ran out, he put away his phone and stopped replying.

Gan Qing: "Boyfriend?"

"'Man', there are many 'friends', but there is no place to look for them." Yang Yifan held out a slender women's cigarette, "The little naughty dog ​​- the one who does my hair, gave me a few things, and did the styling two days ago.
To be continued...